Sometimes we call this tree the Pineapple Tree because its unshaved trunk is a fabric of diamonds like the skin of a pineapple and its feathered fronds look like a pineapple’s crown. But, while a pineapple is largely a summer fruit, these benevolent palms grace us with greenery year round. And for the fronds that do, inevitably, brown and sag, we can trim them and build forts.
Of the 3,000 palm species in the world, none are native to Los Angeles. But, when I see the silhouette of a Mexican Fan Palm through sunset glare, I feel an overwhelming sense of being home.
I love how after a good bout of the Santa Anas, driving becomes an arcade game as you dodge fronds strewed about the streets. The untrimmed palm is adorably Cousin Itt.
Is there such a thing as an Angeleno who can’t write a love song for the Fan Palm?